AN: I used their newest break-up to my advantage. But is it weird how out of touch I feel? Like... I just can't correctly write DxC anymore? :(
"Beat that sun-fearing Goth into the ground... beat Duncan even harder..." Courtney growled between clenched teeth, pushing her pen into her notepad harder the necessary, as she wrote.
"You're gonna put a hole in the paper." Heather chirped, unnaturally happy, that night. Of course, it had everything to do with the fact she was no longer the one being hunted down. Heather cast a small glance at the one who was being hunted, in the corner of first class, but she was just staring out the window, smiling to herself.
The brunette didn't pause in her brutal stabbing at the words on the page. She'd gave up writing lists now, and settled for imagining it was Gwen she was gabbing a pen into.
"I don't think she can even hear us. I'm kinda worried." Sierra whispered to Cody, who shrugged. He wasn't exactly an expert on how girls acted after being cheated on. The only thing he'd ever seen the few girls he'd tried to console do, was cry.
Still, he tried to act like he knew what was going on inside Courtney's head. "Give her a break. I mean, she got cheated on by her boyfriend, she needs to get her anger, out. I'm sure it'll pass eventually."
Cheated on by her boyfriend. Those words felt like little pen stabs of their own, in the former CIT's already bleeding heart. Throwing her pen and notes to the floor, she stormed off to the confessional, tugging the door open with enough force to literally tare it from it's hinges.
That's when they collided. Smacking directly into eachother, Courtney stedied herself quickly, while the one she bumped into staggered backward a step.
"Ow, watch i-" Duncan paused, mid-sentence, mouth still open to speak, but found himself unable to with Courtney glaring a hole into him with her eyes.
"Oh, um, hey..." He muttered out, the awkward, unbearable tension was so thick, he assumed he would be able to cut through it with his pocket knife.
Still, she made no move to speak, or step aside from the doorway of the confessional bathroom, leaving him trapped inside it.
They stood there in silence, again. Till she finally sighed, seeming to have finished debating something within herself.
"Your eye must hurt, a lot."
Out of reflex, he reach up to touch it lightly, and winced. "Yeah. Uh, you've got a great right hook."
She smirked, almost smug, and it weirded him out how scary she looked. "I know."
What is she waiting for? Just move, already! Duncan thought in frustration, almost ready to nudge her out of the way. She wouldn't stop staring at him!
He knew it was wrong, knew it'd probably end up with another kick to the kiwis', but he just couldn't help himself.
"Like what you see?"
That did it. Her face scrunched up in anger, and she shoved him backward into the confessional, and stepped inside herself. "You stupid, cheating, jerk-faced- mhm."
The moment he grabbed her roughly by the front of the shirt, and hoisted her up so their lips met, he really felt like the biggest asshole in the whole entire world. Cheating on Gwen with Courtney, while he originally cheated on Courtney with Gwen. But the minute she touched his chest, he couldn't deny the animal magnetism that pulled him to her. To the way her lips always had this faint taste of cinnamon, and how she was always warm, and soft, and delicate, under his fingertips. With Gwen, it just wasn't the same. There was no fiery passion in every kiss, or bruised lips afterwards. There was no challenge. Though he was fully aware that didn't make what he was doing right. In any way, shape, or form.
Courtney put her hands on his chest again, for a brief moment, before shoving him away, so his head smacked the wall and their kiss was broken.
"You are the most despicable, most underhanded, and most evil, boy I have ever met!" She screamed, eyes burning with a flame of anger only she possessed. Though at the same time, he noticed her licking at her lips lightly, body tingling with the sheer force of it all.
"And you want me so much, it's killing you." He responded, reaching over her to shut the door, and making sure the newly-fixed lock would keep everyone else out.
"I'm not going to let you cheat on Gwen with me." She replied, dodging his statement, before looking away from him to focus on the confessional cam, that was very much aware of everything that had happened.
Duncan followed her gaze and cursed. "I'm screwed."
Courtney scoffed, before grinning, clearly enjoying this, now. "Don't you love karma?"
"Bitch." He grumbled under his breath.
"Cheating bastard." She shot back.
Duncan couldn't help it, he smiled. "Touché."
The onyx eyed girl leaned back against the door. "Do you even know what that means?"
"I may be a bastard, but I'm not stupid."
"Stupid enough not to do something about the confessional cam before kissing me." The girl pointed out, and the Punk rolled his eyes. He considered breaking it, now, but what was the point? It had already been recorded. Maybe it was karma.
"Look, Courtney, about Gwen-"
"Don't." She cut him off, voice cracking lightly. She could feel the uncontrollable tears beginning to burn behind her eyelids, as they always did whenever her name was mentioned by someone. "I don't wanna hear it."
"Fine." He leaned over her so his hands were on either side of her head. "But what was with you flirting with Tyler, of all people? I mean, seriously, Tyler?"
"Were you jealous?" Courtney asked, looking up at him with an unreadable expression.
"Yeah, more then I thought I'd be. I'm a better actor then you thought, hm? I say I did a pretty good job at hiding it." With that, he leaned over and kissed her again.
Courtney was ashamed to say that she gave into the raw feeling of lust between them, letting him kiss her, and maybe even enjoying it. This is what she wanted, wasn't it? For him to be hers again? But he wasn't hers. She realized that. She was just his toy, that he could make-out with, then go back to his girlfriend. It stung, a little.
The female tried to push him away again, but he just moved to kiss her neck.
"I hate you," She hissed, and even though it came out as a soft whisper, the venom behind it sent a shiver down his spine.
"I know." Duncan grumbled back, though didn't pause in kissing her. He couldn't find it in himself to hate her, back.
Maybe it was enough, for now. To be his toy. To give into the desperate part of her that wanted to be with him in anyway she could. If this was all she was going to get, she'd take it, without complaint.
"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." With each time she spoke it, Duncan kissed her a little harder, with a little more passion. As if he could kiss away her hatred.
There was a knock on the door, and they pulled away. Her lips felt bruised, his breathing was ragged, and they both felt dirty. But the electric feeling that sparked between then might of been worth it.
"This is never going to happen again." She said, anyway, after Duncan called out he'd just be a second, to whoever was waiting outside.
"Don't give me that. It'll happen again, and you know it, Princess." Courtney would never, ever, admit how much her heart swelled with the simple nickname she hadn't heard in so long.
Then, as soon as he was gone, and the door was shut once more, she fell to her knees and finally cried.
AN: Hm, I liked this more then I thought I would. To be honest, ever since the first episode of TDWT, I always pictured at least one couple would end up making out in the confessional. Thoughts?